Half Here
What a lovely girl you almost have,
is what is often said
To me to me to me
‘Cause I never really hold her even in our bed
You see you see you see
For every time I feel her here,
there’s more that she’s far gone
From here from here from here
This flesh so warm so warm to touch
is just a hollow form
So dear so dear so dear
The planes that fly on overhead
they stop her in her tracks
And make me wish that I had wings
to draw her eye like that
The planes that fly on way up high
they steal her soul away
And make me pray that I had wings
to catch and make her stay
To be so close and yet so far
is more than I can stand
So near so near so near
The thoughts she thinks the dreams she dreams aren’t even of this land
I fear I fear I fear
The planes that fly on over head
they stop her in her tracks
And make me wish that I had wings
to draw her eye like that
The planes that fly on way up high
they steal her soul away
And make me pray that I had wings
to catch and make her stay
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Music and lyrics: Toby Roberts. Instrumentation: The Telltales. Recording: Steve Shipley, Lemon Studios, 2002. Produced by The Telltales and Steve Shipley. Mastering: William Bowden. All recordings ©2004 Will Belford, Peter Gifford, Mark Roberts, Toby Roberts (The Telltales). All compositions (lyrics & music) ©2000-2004 Toby Roberts. Photo: Dean Dampney.